“DEATH I PRAY, OH LORD, REMEMBER ME…” (B.B. KING, PERCY SLEDGE, JACK ELY, ERROL BROWN, R.I.P.)

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Let me tell you how big a deal B.B. King was.

CNN managed to write several hundred words to commemorate his passing and post it on their website without any obvious howlers.

Oh, they managed to emphasize his “influence” (mostly on famous white people) over his art. They neglected to mention that the reason he’s way more famous than, say, Freddie King, or Albert King (or Buddy Guy or Johnny Watson or Peter Green or Johnny Winter or a dozen or so other ace blues guitarists and/or showmen not named King) is because, unlike them, he was also a truly great singer.

But those are just the usual errors of omission.

Nothing like calling this guy an “R&B belter,” which must have been cut and pasted from the Wilson Pickett obit because wasn’t he also a black guy who recorded southern soul back in the sixties?

….Or calling this a “garage rock song”, evidently unaware that it was an R&B song, that “garage rock” describes a sound and an attitude (not a style of song, R&B or otherwise), and that, without the sound and attitude Jack Ely gave this particular R&B song, there probably would have been no need to call it something else.

…All of which makes saying this is “these days…better known as the theme song from the Louis C.K. series ‘Louie,'” merely a euphemism for “God help us all.”

Add Ben E. King to the roll call and since I’ve been doing this blog I don’t think there has been any month when rock and roll took such a hard hit. It’s getting late I guess.

And how does the world remember?

By mis-remembering.

Or reducing it to this:

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…And no doubt convening a panel of experts and having Wolf Blitzer quiz them about why the past keeps slipping down the memory hole. (“Hey, don’t you think Wolf can fill a fifteen minute slot with that? Don’t you? Sure he can!”)

Well, the man who dreamed “ain’t no difference if you’re black or white, brothers you know what I mean,” saw it coming…The prophets always do.

(For additional thoughts on Percy Sledge, you can go here or here. For Ben E. King’s recent obit, here.)

FIRST QUARTER DEATH TOLL (R.I.P. by the Dozen)

Just in case you’re ever inclined to think Rock and Roll doesn’t ask a price…Here’s the roll call from Jan. 1st to now.

I mean, they weren’t generally young. But I’m thinking this is pretty good evidence that, even if you survive your reckless youth, it still takes somewhere between five and ten years off your life so that you can add five or ten…or fifty years to the lives of people like me.

So, lest we forget:

Bob Burns (Drums, Lynyrd Skynyrd, 64)

Sam Andrews (Guitar, Big Brother and the Holding Company, 73)

Michael Brown (Keyboards, The Left Banke and Stories  65…Brown composed “Walk Away Renee” when he was 16)

Joe B. Mauldin (Bass, The Crickets, 74)

Curtis Lee (Vocals, “Pretty Little Angel Eyes,” 75)

Bobby Emmons (Session Keyboards, mostly in Memphis and Nashville, 72, of which this was perhaps the apex for all involved)

Andy Fraser (Bass, Free, 62)

Brian Carman (Guitar, The Chantays, 69…and, yes, that guitar)

All those, plus Preston Ritter (Drums, Electric Prunes, 65); AJ Pero (Drums, Twisted Sister, 55); Bruce Crump (Drums, Molly Hatchett, 57); Mike Porcaro (Bass, Toto  59); Jimmy Greenspoon, (Keyboards, Three Dog Night, 67); Chris Rainbow (Vocals, Alan Parsons Project, 68); Danny McCullough (Bass, Eric Burdon and the Animals, 69); Dallas Taylor (Drums, Crosby, Stills and Nash, 66).

All that, not to mention tormenting cult producer Kim Fowley and tormented Beatle wife, Cynthia Lennon, both 75.

I’m quite sure that’s just a partial list but that’s all the strength I have for now.

Yes. It costs.